A/N: Hello! It has been a long while since I first posted this story. I've since then updated it by taking into account the suggestions made by my early reviewers. Be aware, I was not and am not a very religious follower of the Martin Mystery series. I was inspired to write this fic based upon watching only one episode of it one day and I took my inspiration and ran with it. I'm 18 now so it will be a little hard to know what my 13-year-old self was thinking starting this. With all that said, I hope you guys can enjoy it as much as I will enjoy taking part in it, as I am set on continuing and hopefully finishing it. Criticism is greatly appreciated! Thank you for reading.

Past the Mission : just like that

It was just another day. A day full of rose-colored laughter and inside jokes that hurt in your stomach and pulled your glee to silent glee. A day that made your eyes wide and the sight above you stop in time.

Time.

The wind raking the grass like that makes her heart move like that too. Diana stares across a field splattered with robust, soccer girls. She's not saying anything.

Her best friend, Jenny, is sitting beside her on the grass, withstanding the cheeky sun. And Diana stares across at Martin.

Jenny's like, "So…"

Jenny doesn't know.

Diana makes a half-laugh and slurps out of her straw from her koolaid sack, staring.

"How was the history test?"

Diana's like, "It was okay."

Jenny goes, "Really? Well, of course it was for you. I thought it was kind of hard 'cause like…"

Diana slurps.

Cough.

Slurp.

Soccer girls yell in the distance. Diana raises her eyebrows in concentration.

"…and yeah like I even studied until one o'clock in the morning yesterday like…"

The soccer girls kick the air as it stops in time. Martin weaves through them; Martin and his unfailing smiles.

"…And like Professor Wilkes said it was hard too but like…"

Slurp.

Diana's green eyes quiver mirroring the rippling green blades of the grass, surrounding her. The green strands in her eyes and on the grass trail across the field to Martin. He's talking to a soccer girl. Martin always talks to soccer girls…

Martin catches her eyes just like how you can't avoid the sunrise.

Jenny's all, "Diana? Diana…"

She's like, "huh?"

Martin's like, "Hey ladies!" He comes over, raises his arms and pats the back of his neck. Flexes his muscles.

Jenny just rolls her eyes.

Slurp. Diana doesn't care. Sure.

Jenny's queue, "What are you up to now?"

Martin goes, "Just—you know…taking care of the ladies…" He flashes a quick smile behind him toward the soccer girls.

Diana finishes her koolaid, but that's all she had. Her mouth is tight on the tip of the straw. Martin looks at her now.

She doesn't care. Sure. Grease starts building up heavily in the joints of her hands and toes.

Then a noise now: a beep from his watch. 'Another-mission' look glares in his eyes. She doesn't' know what to think—what to do. But he just goes and grabs her arm and pulls her up from the grass. Just like
that.

Just
like
that.

He's all, "We have to go!"

Jenny crosses her arms, eating their dust and catching Diana's thrown koolaid sack on her lap.

"Martin!" Diana yells.

They're in the school staff parking lot. A couple of cars are around. The school garage isn't far from where they're standing and even a row of trees. Au Natural smell invades her nose.

But really she can smell him.

Pant.
Pant.

She's the only one panting. The only one scared.

Martin grabs her. He's talking to himself.

The sun glares and even the pavement.

Pant.
Pant.
Pant.

She goes, "Where's Java?"

He manages a smirk. "That doesn't matter right now."

She searches his face.

Pant.

Breath.

"Martin…?"

"Shh…"

Pressure goes on her shoulders and she's lowered underneath his gaze.

"What about…the mission…?" She asks.

He's all, "This is the mission."

Breath.

His sultry oxygen wriggles on her collarbone. The pressure he puts on her shoulders ventures down her slender arms. "I love you Diana," He says.

Pressure. He moves his whole body closer to her.

Pant.

He brushes her lips softly with his own—like warm rain. She can't breath. He pulls on her lips now. She can't breath. He nibbles on them playfully now with a smile stretching across his lips.

She wraps her hands around his head.

"I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you."